Najiu waved his hand and called He Ang to watch it for him. He Ang has been following him, in front of Guanglu, he is a slave, and he can be more than half of the masters of the other people in the prince's mansion. Guanglu asked him to accept Suge, which in He Ang's eyes was to give Tianda face.

Najiu glanced at Yimo, he didn't speak, but Yimo already understood, sensible pier body, eyes lowered, "The slave is just here to serve, and he won't run around." ”

Najiu nodded, turned around expressionlessly and slowly walked up the left-hand corridor, a few steps leading straight to the duty room.

Under the corridor, the half-hanging wind is used, and the thin bamboo strips used by the wind are used, and I don't know how to cut them, I don't look closely, I can't see the texture, and it is really as thin as a hair, like a bird's nest. The same thin colored thread is wrapped around the auspicious cloud pattern, which is exquisite and convincing. The bamboo strips after the tung oil are as smooth as silk, and at this moment they are gently glowing with a cold and cold light, and the wind and rain that fall on them are blocked out of the curtain.

The nine walked slowly, and after passing the gate with the wall, there was a large piece of hand-copying verandah hugging the house. He was the lord of all the eunuchs in the palace, and a group of people in the courtyard were waiting there, and when they saw him, someone immediately came to greet him and took him into the east room.

He sat down in a hat chair and held the hot soup in front of him, as was his usual practice. Moistened his hands, handed the pancreas from the side, beat it over and over again, and rubbed his right hand red.

Cheng An has never seen him like this, Najiu is a particular person, he has always been clean and neat, and the collar in his clothes is as white as new every day, without a trace of wrinkles. In the past, when he was still serving in front of the prince, his half-worn clothes were ironed properly, and like his people, he did things very neatly. But no matter how particular you are, it's not right today, and if you rub your right hand again, you should break the skin.

Seeing that he finally threw away the scarf, he got up and undressed himself. The little eunuch next to him turned white with fright, and he wanted to change it for him, but he was blocked. Cheng An lost his eyes, and the house immediately retreated.

"Master, today's submissions have come up, do you want to read it here or read it later?" Cheng An personally served the nine changes of clothes.

Cheng An is an orphan who was saved by Najiu. In the year he was rescued, his family's village was slaughtered by the Tatars. Cheng An was sleeping, and after being woken up, he ran out of the door with his bare buttocks, and saw his parents lying on the ground, the blood in the yard, and the fire all over the village, and he stood in the courtyard and cried. The ninety-one blood-colored voice came over, squatted down and patted him on the shoulder, and finally asked him if he would like to go with him, Cheng An nodded.

At the age of twelve, if it weren't for Najiu's obstruction, he would have recognized Najiu as his godfather.

Now although Najiu doesn't recognize him as a son, everyone in the whole house knows that except for a name, Najiu is his own father.

The submission is a summary of the day's messages that are handed in from all over the place. There are daily things in it, and there are also those who are ordered by the nine to go down and investigate.

"Pick a few important ones and read them first. The rest will be put on hold first. "Those nine closed their eyes and rested their minds.

Cheng An responded with a "sigh", but he withdrew and came in from the side with a plate. Put down the submission and handed over a Ruyao tea cup, "Master tea." ”

The faint bitter taste of chrysanthemums wafted from the hot air, and the nine reached out to take it, closed his eyes and took a sip, and took a sip.

Cheng An came over obediently and reached out to pinch his shoulder for him, but he stopped him. I glanced at the top of the presentation, the ochre booklet.

The presentation of his order is divided into five colors. The palace and relatives are ochre red. The rest of the stone blue, garcinia cambogia, jade white, indigo, each has its own classification. The news of ordinary people is in a black book. is not to mention, if it is extremely important, it is red, that is a big event, regardless of identity.

"The rest is in order?" The nine pinched his temples and asked.

"Don't worry, I've been preparing for this for a long time, and now it's all clean. According to your order, the knowledge is limited, and now that I count the people around me, I will know with you, the master, do you want to get some news? ”

Najiu put down the book, thought about it, and threw it into the brazier on the side, the charcoal was burning, and the book raised a few puffs of smoke, and the clusters of red flames were rising, and it burned clean after a while. "Reputation is not left. There is no need to mention it from the prince. ”

This is not archived, it is a top-secret secret that even the prince does not let know. However, he followed the ninth queen, and there were a few such incidents, and he was not surprised. In his heart, the nine is his real master, and he just needs to do it.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to stay long in the Prince's Mansion." The nine held the tea cup and looked at the few chrysanthemums floating in the cup, with thin petals and jade color. He loves bitter things, and the same is true for tea, the stronger the better. There is no jade and jade on the utensils, only porcelain. In the end, he was young, and he felt that he couldn't suppress the nobility of the jade.

Cheng listened quietly, this was confessing.

"It's been two years since the sticky rod was set, right?" That nine asked.

"Ten months a year. In the late spring of the year before last, the name of the report was officially given to the Ministry of Internal Affairs on the fifth day of the first month of March. Cheng An replied very carefully.

"The sixth master has taken a fancy to it, or if it's okay, those disgusting things will be left to him to do, let's clean up our hands. He also has the Green Guardian there, and he will always be in one place in the future. I'll go to the palace, you carry the burden in the palace, and protecting the prince is the first priority. ”

Cheng An responded. This has been planned for a long time. The nine entering the palace is for Tong Liu'er's Qing Ying Guard.

"I expected it, but I didn't expect that I would be my son." Najiu smiled coldly, "It's okay, serving people is my best skill." ”

"I'm wronged. Be that old thing's son, and he's worthy! Cheng An said. After purifying, following Najiu's side, he also learned to be tactful, but occasionally showed his true face.

"What's not worthy, he gave me all his net worth, and it will be much more convenient for the prince to do things in the future. For this reason, it is worth it. This is not a grievance. The nine said with relief.

are all calculating, in fact, who is calculating whom, who knows? Tong Liu'er knew that the secret of the sticky rod was deliberately revealed here. Later, Tong Liuer was given a big hidden danger, and Tong Liuer slowly got into the trap. The old fox, as soon as the sticky pole opened, began to set up a trap for him, and only now did he have eyebrows.

At that time, they were just fishing, catching cicadas, and catching eagles for the prince.

The two of them pondered the affairs of the house and the sticky pole again. In the end, Cheng An said, "Do you want to change your name?" Sounds bright? ”

What is the name of the Qing Ying Guard, it sounds like it can scare people. What do they call the sticky pole, the reason why it is called this, at that time it was just to cover people's ears and eyes, and the outer way Guanglu was most annoyed to listen to this cicada, and when he heard it, his ears rang, and he couldn't sleep, and outsiders knew that it was a thing when he heard it.

But now that there are enough people, it's not a big deal, and with the name of a sticky pole, I always feel that it's not very serious.

"It's not serious. The more secretive we do, the better. Think about Master Shi's Bukuzi, how much has he done? But it was like this before, and no one looked down on it, so it's good. ”

Flipping through the notebook, I didn't see black.

Cheng An saw him rummaging, took out a black book from his sleeve, and handed it over to an indigo book.

"The affairs of the girls of the Jiayong family are all here. Unexpectedly, the Rong family was so unbearable, so they made a barracks and sent them to the Fulun house. ”

Seeing that he deliberately put it on his body, he knew that he took it out directly, and he didn't leave a reputation. Listening to his words again, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "The Rong family's morale has long been gone, and there is only one Yabu left, this time the master is very attentive in this matter, but I am afraid that Yabu will recover." Later, his submission was also put into the Shi Qing Book, the Daily Newspaper. ”

Cheng An responded, and while the two were talking, the little eunuch outside reported, "The seventh master is here!" ”